More beautiful snow came during the night. I wish I were a skier. No plane to get me home today. Tomorrow they say. I'm at the airport drinking a coffee and eating a blueberry muffin. It's nice to sit here. Big windows look out on snowy trees and cars. The guy at the table next to me has a long black canvas bag with his skis in it. I'll sit a while longer, then a cab or shuttle of some kind to take me back into town to the motel. On the ride back to town yesterday, the driver pointed out a moose. The roads and sidewalks can be very slippery here. But they won't use salt. It's not good for that moose or the other wildlife.
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